death of kikos

Starting from the first minute or so of Wednesday 7 August in California at midnight (and at 11AM in Armenia, same day) you may be able to watch: "Hovhannes Tumanian: The Death of Kikos" performed by an American group in Armenian language which will make it more funny and your laughs belly-full; along with some Armenian songs like im-Yerevan and other and music...and lots of very boring speeches.
If you miss the live stream --do not cry like the three daughters of the tale because in the following days you may watch as it may remain posted to watch it anytime:http://www.ustream.tv/channel/pcv-a-21

The story starts when:

Once upon a time a poor man and his wife lived. They had 3 daughters. One day, the father worked and felt very thirsty. And he sent his eldest daughter to the spring for water. The girl took the jug and went. Near the spring there was a very tall tree. And when she saw the tree she thought: “One day I’ll get married, and have a son whom I’ll call Kikos. One day he’ll climb this tree. He’ll fall from it, and hit his head on a stone, and be killed... ooh dear Kikos, ooh.”

ONCE UPON A TIME there lived a poor peasant and his wife, with three daughters.

One day, as the father was working in his field, he felt very thirsty, and sent his eldest daughter to the spring for water. She took a jug and went. Next to the spring grew a large tree.

When she came to the spring, the daughter looked at the tree pensively, and thought:

“One day I’ll get married, and have a son whom I’ll call Kikos. Kikos will grow up, and one day he’ll climb this tree. He’ll fall from it, and hit his head on a stone, and be killed... . Oh, alas, alas, poor little Kikos!”

She sat there chanting and weeping, and meanwhile everyone at home was wondering why she had not returned. Her mother sent the second daughter to look for her. “Find out what’s happened to your sister,’’ she said.

When the eldest daughter saw her sister approaching, she began to wail louder.

“Come, quick, you poor unfortunate aunt! See what has happened to your poor little nephew Kikos!

“Look here, you foolish women, ‘ he said. “Why are you crying? You know you can’t bring poor little Kikos back to life with your tears. Let us go home instead, and invite the neighbours to a feast in Kikos’s memory. Such is life, we come and we depart it.”

All they possessed was an ox and a bag of flour. They killed the ox, and baked bread, and invited the guests. Then they ordered a mass for Kikos’s soul, and held a feast in his memory.

That calmed them all, and they went on living as peacefully as before.